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Category: Call me mom
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I needed a weekend like this with days that weren't overfilled, but not so open that I simply drifted through the hours, finding myself on the other side with nothing whatsoever done. The weather the past few days has been perfect, just what I hope to find in heaven – blue skies … temperatures warm…
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Right outside of my window this morning, like they staged it just for me: Max and Belle playing together. They had (what was left of) the Green Squeaky Fish. Belle would roll on her back with the fish in her mouth, Max would play-nip at her, then grab a piece of the toy and pull.…
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Music takes me by the hand and leads me places. Most of the time I enjoy the journey but sometimes a song will take me to a place or time I’ve tried to forget. Yesterday morning I settled in at my drums for my one-song-a-day ritual. Earplugs in place, I pushed the button on my…
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Another birthday has rolled around somehow. Fifty-one just seems anti-climatic, doesn't it? Not nearly as exciting as fifty, but still just as unreal. Age really is just a number … now I understand. For years I've taken my Birthday-Day off to spend as I please, a gift for myself. Tom often takes the day off,…
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Eggs … signs of new life …spring … rebirth … What a perfect symbol of Easter! And what a perfect gift from a grandmother to a grandchild … a symbol of the cycle of life. Every Easter for years and years my mother gave each of her grandchildren one of these beautiful hand-painted eggs. I…
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Candles flicker, casting shadows. The lights are dimmed and I sit near the back, watching the flames. It's quiet – so quiet I hear the ringing in my ears over the distant sounds of cars passing the church. I almost talked myself into just staying home. I feel so tired … what if I fall…
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Yeah, yeah, I know. Chores, lists, bills, a book, all waiting for me, starving for attention, calling my name like a bunch of squabbling kids as soon as I step through the door. I ignore them – I'm getting good at that. Actually, I think I've always been good at that. Instead, I call the…
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"Stay, Belle. I'll be home soon." She looked up at me from her cushion next to the front door, surrounded by Max's entire collection of stuffed toys, plus the ones Daniel and I brought home from our shopping trip yesterday (a fish, an abstract Santa, a lobster… we learned the hard way not to…
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Belle is asleep on an old lounge chair cushion just outside the front door and within sight of her big brother, Max, sprawled on his bed. Belle. She climbed right into that name and it seems a perfect fit …the belle of the ball, the puppy princess. Her foster family called her "Thibodeaux" – too…
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I'm whooped. Overwhelmed. Plumb tuckered out, chopped up, and stir-fried. Kids, dog, future dog, bird, house, land, job(s), writing, projects, money, me, husband, parents, siblings and kids, cousins, friends, etc….plus the maintenance and upkeep of every single one (this includes phone calls, emails, prayers, and just plain remembering…) It's all spinning, spinning, spinning in my…
Long Hollow 